The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
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( quoth she ) this was thy father's guise , Sweet issue of a more sweet - smelling
sire , For every little grief to wet his eyes , To grow unto himself was his desire ,
And so ' tis thine ; but know it is as good To wither in my breast , as in his blood .
( quoth she ) this was thy father's guise , Sweet issue of a more sweet - smelling
sire , For every little grief to wet his eyes , To grow unto himself was his desire ,
And so ' tis thine ; but know it is as good To wither in my breast , as in his blood .
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Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast A harmful knife , that thence her
soul unsheathed , That blow did bail it from the deep unrest Of that polluted
prison where it breathed : Her contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeathed Her
winged ...
Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast A harmful knife , that thence her
soul unsheathed , That blow did bail it from the deep unrest Of that polluted
prison where it breathed : Her contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeathed Her
winged ...
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Oh ! never say that I was false of heart , Tho ' absence seem'd my flame to qualify
; As easy might I from myself depart , As from my soul which in my breast doth lie .
That is my home of love ; if I have rang'd , Like him that travels , I return again ...
Oh ! never say that I was false of heart , Tho ' absence seem'd my flame to qualify
; As easy might I from myself depart , As from my soul which in my breast doth lie .
That is my home of love ; if I have rang'd , Like him that travels , I return again ...
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... A dateless lively heat still to endure , And grew a seething bath , which yet men
prove A ainst strange maladies a sovereign cure . Bút at my mistress ' eyes love's
brand new fired , The boy for trial needs would touch my breast ; I sick with all ...
... A dateless lively heat still to endure , And grew a seething bath , which yet men
prove A ainst strange maladies a sovereign cure . Bút at my mistress ' eyes love's
brand new fired , The boy for trial needs would touch my breast ; I sick with all ...
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Were I wise , And bold withal , I might obtain the prize : In such sweet single
combats , hand to hand , ' Gainst which no woman that is wise will stand . My
champion I'll encounter breast to breast , Tho ' I were sure to fall , and be o'erprest
.
Were I wise , And bold withal , I might obtain the prize : In such sweet single
combats , hand to hand , ' Gainst which no woman that is wise will stand . My
champion I'll encounter breast to breast , Tho ' I were sure to fall , and be o'erprest
.
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arms bear beauty behold blood breast breath cheeks cold dead dear death deeds deep delight desire dost doth earth eyes face fair false fame father fault fear fire flowers foul gentle give grace grief grow hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hide hold honour hour keep kind king kiss leave lies light lips live looks love's Lucrece lust mind needs never night once pity pleasure poor praise proud prove queen quoth rich rose seen shame sight sorrow soul speak stand stay strong sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thro thyself tongue true truth turn unto Venus weep Whilst wife wind worth wound wrong youth
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Стр. 115 - Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine, which rhymers invocate ; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
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| Название | The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издание: | 2 |
| Издатель | Munroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Нью-Йоркская публичная библиотека |
| Оцифровано | 5 янв 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 204 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |